The system only arrives when you're old? Then let's create a super-rich family!

General Manager's Office.

Ding Haifeng's mouth slightly agape when he saw the notification that the recharge had been credited to his account.

Another hundred million.

Just now, Mr. Qin spent 20 million yuan to buy clothes.

Generally speaking, such important figures should tone it down after that. They might eat and play a little more and then go home or go to a club for health and wellness.

But he didn't.

He then deposited another 100 million.

Ding Haifeng let out a long breath.

He was careless.

He had previously estimated that Qin Zheng's assets were between one billion and two billion, a judgment based on the credit limit of that black gold card.

But now it seems that this estimate was too conservative.

A person who can casually top up 200 million yuan and spend over 20 million yuan without batting an eye has assets at least fifty times the amount they spend.

Five billion is the minimum.

Even more than that.

Ding Haifeng tapped his fingers twice on the table. Although it was unclear whether the other party had any imperial family background.

But this level of financial strength would rank among the top 20 in Jiangnan Province, even surpassing some LV18 members of the Emperor's Mansion.

"Chen Fangyuan, go to the backend and adjust Qin Mao's membership level to level 18."

He paused, then took out his phone and sent a message to Su Xiaowan: "Qin Mao's membership has been upgraded to the highest level. Inform Mr. Qin at the appropriate time."

-

Su Xiaowan and her driver Li Jun were already waiting at the store entrance.

Li Jun was in his early forties, 1.85 meters tall, wearing a black suit that accentuated his muscular physique. He stood ramrod straight, with sharp eyes, clearly a former soldier.

He had worked as a full-time driver at the Emperor's Palace for five years, serving VIPs of level 10 and above. But this time, he was assigned to be a member's personal driver.

This means that he will only serve one person from now on.

He was very curious about who his employer was.

Qin Zheng and Qin Mao walked out of the store.

Su Xiaowan looked at the two of them looking brand new.

Hissing.

She had seen what the two of them looked like half an hour ago.

What now?

A reclusive tycoon who seems to have retired and is now traveling the world.

He looked like a young master who had just graduated from business school and returned to take over the family business.

It's just a bit dark.

This transformation doesn't seem like something clothes can accomplish.

It's like an innate nobility etched into one's very bones.

"Hello, Mr. Qin." Li Jun stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said in a steady and powerful voice, "I am your personal driver, Li Jun. In the future, you can let me know in advance when you come to the Emperor Hotel, and I will come to pick you up."

Qin Zheng nodded.

Su Xiaowan took the shopping bag that her assistant had packed.

There were too many bags for her to carry.

Li Jun reached out and took the rest.

He stepped aside to lead the way, rounded a bend, and a wide driveway inside the shopping mall appeared in front of him.

A black Maybach S680 was parked in the middle of the driveway, its paint gleaming with a deep sheen in the sunlight.

Li Jun walked to the car and used one hand to open the back door.

Qin Mao's eyes lit up when he saw the car.

He recognized the car.

The Maybach S680 has a V12 engine, is nearly 5.5 meters long, and costs over four million yuan after taxes and fees.

He had seen it once before at the construction site; it was the client's car. When the client got out of the car, everyone on the site stared at him.

"Mr. Qin, this is an exclusive vehicle provided by Emperor of the World for members of LV15 and above."

Li Jun noticed Qin Mao's expression and introduced him.

"A Maybach S680, costing 4.6 million yuan after taxes and fees. At Geely, there are no more than 30 members who can ride in this car."

Qin Mao's Adam's apple bobbed.

"If the cat likes it, we'll buy one."

Qin Zheng said it casually.

Qin Mao took a deep breath and nodded.

He can certainly afford a Maybach worth several million now.

There are 180 million in the card.

He bent down and sat in the car. The soft leather seats enveloped his body, and the moment the door closed, the outside noise was completely shut out.

The car was as quiet as another world.

Li Jun closed the door, opened the trunk, gently placed the shopping bags, and went around to the driver's seat.

With a gentle press of the accelerator, the Maybach glided silently away.

Outside the car window, the scenery of the shopping mall slowly receded.

Qin Mao looked out the car window. The shop windows on both sides looked like flowing oil paintings, displaying luxury goods, jewelry, and watches. Every storefront was exquisitely designed.

There were quite a few people in the passageway, but everyone's attention was drawn to a black sedan, and they all turned their heads to look.

"A Maybach S680, that car must cost over four million, right?"

"Nonsense, look at that license plate, it's the VIP car of the Emperor of the World. People who can ride in this car must be worth at least several hundred million."

"Who's sitting inside?"

"Who knows? But he's definitely a local tycoon."

"I really envy rich people!"

The car windows are one-way, so people outside can't see inside.

But Qin Mao could see the curiosity, amazement, and envy in their eyes.

He used to look at that Maybach with the same gaze.

But now he's sitting in the car.

A champagne-colored Bentley drove towards us, with the words "Geely VIP" printed on its license plate.

As the two cars passed each other, the Bentley's rear window rolled down halfway, revealing the face of a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who looked curiously toward the Maybach.

Only members of level 15 or above are qualified to ride in this vehicle.

Who is that important person in that car?

Li Jun gripped the steering wheel, controlling the speed and driving smoothly on the road.

Su Xiaowan sat in the passenger seat, her palms slightly sweaty.

This was the first time she had experienced such treatment.

She had been working at the Emperor's Palace for two months, serving ordinary customers on the first floor. The most common questions she heard were "How much is this?", "Can you give me a discount?", and "It's a bit expensive, let me look again."

VIP lanes are only available on the fifth floor and above.

Normally, without five to ten years of working experience, she wouldn't be qualified to see the lane.

Now, sitting in her car, looking at the stares directed at her from outside the window, she suddenly realized something.

The rules governing this world are completely different from what she used to think.

Su Xiaowan remembered the message the general manager had sent her; now was the perfect time.

She took a deep breath, organized her thoughts, and spoke softly, "Mr. Qin, there's something I need to tell you."

Qin Zhengzheng was looking out the window when he heard this and turned his head.

"I was just informed by the general manager that Mr. Qin Mao's membership level has been upgraded to LV18."

She tried to keep her tone calm.

"The general manager said that this is a small token of appreciation from the Emperor Mall to Mr. Qin, thanking him for his recognition of the mall. LV18 members can enjoy the services of all floors of the Emperor Mall, including the seventeenth and eighteenth floors."

Qin Zheng lifted his eyelids slightly.

The seventeenth and eighteenth floors.

He recalled what Su Xiaowan had said in the elevator before: that only people with a certain status and position could enter the seventeenth and eighteenth floors, and that no more than fifty people in the entire Jiangnan Province could do so.

Now, his son is one of those fifty people.

"Understood." Qin Zheng nodded, his tone indifferent. "Please thank your general manager for me."

"Okay." Su Xiaowan's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

Qin Zheng's gaze returned to the window, and he recalled something.

It was either the seventeenth or eighteenth floor, I think there was a restaurant there.

I could bring my eldest son and his family over for a meal tomorrow.

"Mr. Qin, we've arrived at the mobile phone store." Li Jun's voice came from the front row.

The Maybach slowly pulled up in front of an Apple flagship store.

"Cat, go ahead." Qin Zheng showed no intention of getting out of the car. "Buy the two best ones."

Qin Mao nodded, got out of the car, and led Su Xiaowan inside.

Ten minutes later, Qin Mao returned, carrying two white paper bags.

He got into the car, took a box out of his bag, opened it, and inside lay a Space Black iPhone 15 Pro Max.

The top-of-the-line 1TB version has a screen so large it can be used like a tablet, and the frame is made of titanium alloy, making it feel heavy in your hand.

"Dad, here's your SIM card." Qin Mao took Qin Zheng's SIM card out of the old phone and put it in the new phone.

Power on, activate, data transfer.

Qin Mao looked at the brand-new phone in his hand, a faint smile appearing on his face.

He had been using that old phone with the cracked screen for four years.

I couldn't bear to repair the broken screen, so I just put on a tempered glass screen protector and kept using it. The shards of glass hurt my fingers, but I got used to it.

There was nothing I could do; I was heavily in debt, and I couldn't pay it off even if I risked my life.

No, it's not necessary now.

He currently has 180 million in his bank account, wears a suit worth over 200,000, drives a Maybach worth 4 million, and holds the latest mobile phone.

A billionaire second-generation rich kid.

Three days ago, those four words would have made him laugh all day.

But now, he simply accepted the fact calmly, a faint smile on his face.

Qin Mao didn't realize that the poor man's mindset, which was ingrained in him, was gradually disappearing.

"Dad, would you like something to eat?" Qin Mao put his phone away.

He's only had two bottles of beer since noon, the same two bottles of Snow Beer he drank on the Binjiang Bridge.

I haven't eaten, my stomach is empty.

Qin Zheng nodded.

Seeing this, Su Xiaowan quickly stepped in to help, "There are several good restaurants on the seventh floor. What kind of food does Mr. Qin prefer? Are there any dietary restrictions?"

"Anything is fine, just something light."

"Then I recommend Guanlan Pavilion. It specializes in Jiangnan cuisine, which is on the lighter side, and the ambiance is nice. Their floor-to-ceiling windows face the river, which looks especially beautiful at night."

"OK."

Li Jun started the car, and the Maybach turned into another lane.

At the entrance of Guanlan Pavilion, the greeter was a young woman in her early twenties, dressed in a white ancient costume.

She saw a Maybach approaching in the distance, and her pupils contracted slightly.

Those who can afford to come to dinner in a black Maybach are members of LV15 or higher.

She discreetly pressed the intercom clipped to her waist and lowered her voice: "Manager, there are VIPs at the door, arriving in a black Maybach."

After saying that, she quickly went to meet her.

The car door opened, and the first person to step out was a tall young man in a dark blue suit with a darker complexion.

Next came an elderly man wearing a light blue shirt, with a composed demeanor.

"Welcome to Guanlan Pavilion!" The greeter bowed slightly, her voice clear and crisp. "Would you two like a private room?"

"Give me the best private room."

Qin Mao said domineeringly, he couldn't let his father feel ashamed.

"Distinguished guests, I am so sorry for not welcoming you sooner!" The manager rushed out of the restaurant, handing over his business card with both hands. "My surname is Zhou, Zhou Desheng, General Manager of Guanlan Pavilion. This way, please, the top-tier private room is ready."

He personally led the way, taking Qin Zheng and the others to the best private room, the "Top Rank" room.

The private room was very large, a full 60 square meters.

In the center stands a large round table that can seat twelve people, covered with a pristine white tablecloth and set with exquisite bone china tableware. Against the wall is a set of dark solid wood sofas, with a tea set on the coffee table.

Directly in front is a large floor-to-ceiling window.

The bustling night market of Jiangnan Province is visible through the windows, with thousands of lights shining like a galaxy fallen from the sky.

The distant river shimmered with a silvery light in the night, several tourist boats were putting on shows, and crowds could be vaguely seen gathered on the shore, creating a lively scene.

Qin Mao sat down, but his gaze was fixed on the night view outside the window.

Su Xiaowan handed the two menus to Qin Zheng and Qin Mao respectively, and whispered a reminder: "Mr. Qin, the dishes at this restaurant are exquisitely prepared, but the portions are a bit small."

She said this while looking at Qin Mao.

He didn't know Qin Mao's appetite, but mainly wanted to remind him that if he ate a lot, he could order more.

Qin Mao opened the menu; the first page featured signature dishes.

Steamed grouper, 1888 yuan.

"Black Truffle Abalone Soup, 5888 yuan per person".

"Drunken crab made with 30-year-old Shaoxing wine, 12888 yuan."

"Wild matsutake mushrooms stewed with fish maw, 3888 yuan."

...

Qin Mao's expression remained unchanged.

"Let's have one of all the shop's signature dishes."

He closed the menu, his tone indifferent.

He had never eaten any of these dishes before, and he had no idea what they looked like just by looking at their names.

But it's okay, I don't need to know.

Since we don't know which one tastes good, let's just order them all.

"Dad, which dish would you like to eat?"

Qin Zheng glanced at the menu, and like Qin Mao, he had no idea what some of the dishes were.

He gently closed the menu. "Eat first."

Manager Zhou's smile deepened: "Yes, sir. There are twelve signature dishes in total. I will arrange the order of serving for you: appetizer, soup, main course, staple food, and dessert, ensuring that each dish is served at the optimal time."

He turned and went out to make arrangements, running with small, quick steps.

Before long, one exquisite dish after another was served.

Manager Zhou stood to the side, introducing each dish as it was served.

"This steamed grouper uses wild grouper from the South China Sea, which is rich in high-quality protein. It not only nourishes the skin but also tonifies the liver and kidneys, and strengthens the spleen and replenishes qi."

"This black truffle abalone soup uses Australian black-lipped abalone, weighing over one pound, paired with Italian black truffles, which have the effects of nourishing yin and clearing heat, replenishing qi and blood, and boosting immunity."

...

He gave a very professional introduction, explaining the characteristics of the ingredients and the effects of their combination.

Su Xiaowan thoughtfully put some of each dish into Qin Zheng's bowl.

The waiters in the restaurant also served food to Qin Mao.

Qin Zheng took a small sip.

"The taste is alright."

He glanced at the room's decor: the manager giving a professional presentation, the waiters serving the food, and the beautiful view outside the window.

This is how the super-rich should enjoy their lives.

Manager Zhou, who was standing to the side, felt a weight lifted from his heart upon hearing those four words.

Judging by this grandeur, he's definitely a worldly and wealthy man.

His gaze then fell on Qin Mao.

This middle-aged man was quite uninhibited, eating his food heartily.

Manager Zhou searched for a word in his mind.

Bold and heroic.

Qin Mao was indeed hungry.

But he tried to eat as slowly as possible; he really thought it was slow.

Qin Zheng didn't say anything, but spoke softly.

"Eat as much as you want, kitty."

The hardships of the past are over; from now on, I will enjoy every day to the fullest.

Qin Mao nodded and sped up.

Qin Zheng's phone suddenly rang; it was his eldest daughter-in-law calling.

He pressed the answer button.

"dad..."

Zhao Lin's voice was urgent, mixed with violent sobs and trembling.

"Dad, Jianjun, Jianjun hit someone with his car and got arrested!"

"They're demanding two million, or else they'll put Jianjun in jail!"